The sound of breaking the air kept coming, and the two figures continued to rush wildly.

Under the great prosperity of the killing machine, Sun Feng's speed has reached an extreme, even faster than Yang Yifan's ghost shadow trace.

The distance is getting closer.

"Whirlwind axe. ”

The trumpet axe spun out like a whirlwind.

"Breaking the waves. ”

The Blood Shadow Gun is attacking through the sky.

Suddenly, the deafening collision sound rang out.

Then the axe swirled rapidly and fell into Sun Feng's hands again.

Oh yes.

But Sun Feng immediately scolded in his heart.

This spirit rank lower grade axe couldn't be stopped at all, and it was hit hard by Yang Yifan's blood shadow spear, and a small gap had already appeared, if it came a few more times, I was afraid it would collapse.

Seeing Yang Yifan rushing out again, he put away the axe, carried the long sword and continued to chase after him.

After the time of a stick of incense.

"Look, isn't that a Yang madman?"

"I'm definitely going to assassinate Sun Feng again. ”

"If such a person is not sure that he will die with one blow, it is better not to provoke it, it is too difficult. ”

Several old students of Tianyi Academy who were passing by saw Yang Yifan flying by, and they all sighed in their hearts.

In just one or two breaths, Sun Feng's figure followed.

"Hey, why didn't Sun Feng take his axe?"

"It must be for the inheritance of the Sword Emperor, this is to give up the axe and choose to use the sword. ”

"It seems to be inevitable. ”

"It's too resolute, the axe that has been practiced for so long is not used like this. ”

Hearing the slight discussion, the look of grievance on Sun Feng's face became even worse, and he turned his head suddenly, "Shut up for me." ”

Determination of fart, unless your head is caught in the door, how can you give up an axe and use a sword?

He had already comprehended the artistic conception of the axe, and re-practicing the sword meant that all his previous efforts were in vain.

It's just that his axe was snatched by that damn guy.

But he didn't have the face to say it.

And those old students quickly shut up, they couldn't afford to provoke Sun Feng.

In the next time, Sun Feng chased and killed Yang Yifan all the way, but what made him want to vomit blood was that without an axe in his hand, his strength could not be fully exerted, and he could not kill Yang Yifan at all.

Half an hour later.

Swish.

Yang Yifan's vision suddenly widened, and a larger square appeared, and at least hundreds of martial artists were on the square, walking towards the front with difficulty.

Qian Bin, Jian Yi and others were impressively listed.

And in the center of the square, an iron sword stood impressively, pointing diagonally at the sky.

Most of them are mutilated and rusty.

But there was still a palpitating aura on it.

Could it be the Sword Emperor's sword?

Yang Yifan guessed, and then looked over the iron sword, and immediately saw an attic.

On the plaque is the big characters of the two words Sword Pavilion, Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dance, faintly revealing a touch of Jin Ge's killing meaning, which makes Yang Yifan's heart can't help but be shocked, obviously containing some kind of morality.

No wonder Qian Bin and Jian Yi are all here, the Sword Pavilion is obviously an extremely important place, maybe the Sword Emperor inheritance is inside.

Swish.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Yifan entered the square.

In an instant, a violent murderous aura surged in, and the boundless coercion fell, as if a mountain had fallen from the sky and pressed down on the shoulders, making it difficult to resist.

The huge force in his body surged, and against that force, Yang Yifan moved forward step by step.

Sun Feng, who was full of hideous faces, also chased after him, but his speed also dropped significantly.

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

Yang Yifan didn't stop at all, and walked directly out of a distance of fifty zhang, which had already surpassed some of the most mid-stage martial artists in the Earth Extreme Realm.

What a strong body.

Many people are a little envious, Yang Yifan is only in the early stage of the Earth Extreme Realm, and his physical strength is obviously much stronger than them.

As soon as you cross a distance of 50 zhang, the pressure increases sharply.

And there was also a pinprick-like sting pain from Zhihai, which was the pressure of the spiritual soul.

This feeling is not unfamiliar.

It was very similar to the soul coercion exerted by Xue Haotian's Divine Soul Realm powerhouse before.

Pedaling.

The footsteps moved, and it was a distance of twenty zhang.

There are very few martial artists who can come here, there are more than a dozen late stage of the Earth Extreme Realm, and there are only a few people in the middle stage of the Earth Extreme Realm.

When they caught a glimpse of Yang Yifan following up, the faces of Jian Yi and the others changed significantly.

The hardships here, they are very clear, every step will be under tremendous pressure, but Yang Yifan has just come over, and he actually caught up with them, how can this not make them shocked?

Damn it.

Jian Yi gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

He is the demon of the sword path, how can he lose to Yang Yifan in this situation?

Everyone else did their best to fight the increasing pressure and coercion from the spiritual level.

And the grievances in Sun Feng's heart have reached a point of no return, and when he arrives here, his speed can't get up, so he can only watch Yang Yifan go away step by step.

Swish.

At a glance, when he saw Yang Yifan less than five zhang away from him, the sword that was already pale was withdrawn with a backhand, and the long sword on his back suddenly fell into his hand, and his whole person's momentum became fierce, and the speed was a little faster.

But the next moment, his eyes widened.

Yang Yifan also drew out the Blood Shadow Spear, and his high battle intent rose into the sky, and the speed was still faster than him.

Four feet.

Sanzhang.

One zhang.

Although he was unwilling, Jian Yiyi could only watch Yang Yifan surpass him little by little and walk to the front.

It's not far from the iron sword.

Bang.

Just as Yang Yifan's footsteps stepped within ten zhang of the iron sword, the iron sword seemed to shake slightly.

In an instant, an even more powerful coercion erupted.

Knock knock.

Several mid-Earth Extreme Realm martial artists were directly overwhelmed to the ground, their eyes frightened, and they hurriedly retreated.

Even Sun Feng's face changed sharply, and he stopped there, not daring to step forward again.

But all the warriors with long swords were unaffected by this outburst and still stood.

"Hahaha. ”

Looking at Yang Yifan, who seemed to have fallen into a quagmire and was instantly pressed down and bent down, Jian Yi laughed, this is obviously the iron sword rejecting non-sword martial artists.

"Yang Yifan, this is the inheritance of the Sword Emperor, not the Gun Emperor. ”

"Have the ability to move on... ”

Before the words in Qian Bin's mouth could be spoken, he couldn't say it anymore, because he saw that Yang Yifan really took a step forward again.

This?

No one expected that Yang Yifan would be able to continue to move forward in this situation.

Crackling.

Just as Yang Yifan's footsteps fell, the rust on the iron sword actually fell off a little, and a cold light flickered, as if it was about to be revived.

The suffocating coercion skyrocketed again, and even those warriors who retreated outside the square felt the throbbing of their souls.

"Hmph. ”

Yang Yifan snorted coldly.

A living Divine Soul Realm powerhouse standing in front of him didn't scare him down, let alone a sword?

Even if it used to be a peerless divine sword, but now it is decayed, how much power can be left.

Boom.

Step down in the second step.

And then there's the third step.

Buzzing.

The iron sword shook, and rust kept falling.

The fourth step falls.

Swish.

At this moment, the iron sword suddenly rose from the ground, instantly tearing through the air and stabbing towards Yang Yifan.

"Idiot. ”

"Now it's up to you how you die. ”

Jian Yi, Qian Bin, and Sun Feng immediately showed a happy smile on their faces, Yang Yifan was stupid enough to anger the iron sword, isn't this looking for death?

They believed that the next moment, Yang Yifan would be pierced through the heart by an iron sword.

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